A kid was playing on the playgrounds, all by himself.
It was recess on a hot Thursday, back in October 1991. Around him were various kids that were engaged in a multitude of activities, happy and free to be rid of class work and teacher scoldings for the time being.
He was happy, this small, skinny kid. He placed himself in a world where nobody could touch him. Sitting in a box of stand and having a couple of toy shovels nearby, he was designed a sand-castle. It took some digging, but he enjoyed his progress, feeling accomplished with each step of the castle.
Suddenly, sand got kicked into his face. He was knocked over as the sand flew on his face. He wiped the sand away from his eyes and looked up.
Aww, did I just ruin your sand castle? Too bad!
The tall, pudgy kid laughed in the kid's face and he recognized who it was instantly.
Jimmy Winston. Aka "The Bully." Sporting black hair with his black eyes darting back and forth, to make sure that the teacher didn't see what he did, he turned his attention back to the young kid and laughed some more.
It's gotten to the point of where the kid could no longer take it. After all, this kid has been hurting other kids in the playground during recess, forcing them to give them their spot on a certain part of the playground, like the swings or the merry-go around. If he saw another kid have money in his hand, he would lift them into the air and demand he get the money, then would shove them back into the dirt and laughed as he walked away.
Even the little girls were afraid of him as they rushed away from him and watched in horror as he bullied these kids.
The small, skinny kid looked down on the ground and looked at the sand-castle. All that hard work he's done was ruined by this guy. He sighed loudly and was almost in tears as he spoke.
Why did you have to do that? That was my castle!
Jimmy walked into the kid's personal space and lifted him up by the shirt and raised him into the air, as the little kid's arms were flaying wildly, trying to get away from his grasp.
Jimmy: Because I want to, because it makes me feel good! Nothing you can do to stop me!
Throwing him into the ground as a judo expert throwing his opponent to the floor with a shoulder throw, the little kid was slammed into the sandbox hard and the bully's foot was on his chest, pinning him down. The skinny, small kid was screaming in pain now, hurting his chest, making him unable to breath. Then the bully let go and he started to walk away as the skinny kid slowly got into a kneeling position.
He's had enough. Like the bully did moments earlier, he made sure to take a look around, making sure his teachers were distracted by something else or were not even pay attention. He saw a couple of them standing far away, talking to each other. He knew he had one chance to pull this off.
He closed his eyes briefly as the kid remembered something he read in a martial arts magazine. It was a dangerous move, to be sure, but he practiced it with his father once he gained approval of it. It took him many tries to complete the move successfully, but he feels confident about pulling off the move now. Maybe this might get the bully to stop picking on others once and for all.
He then looked up at the bully with a mad look on his face.
Hey Jimmy!
Jimmy wasn't prepared for what was about to happen next.
As he turned around, the small, skinny kid tackled him to the ground with strength that surprised the other. The crowd of boys and girls stopped what they were doing and got around the two kids.
He got on top of him and used left and right punches to make him bleed. Jimmy was now the one crying out in pain, trying to to tell him to stop with tears in his eyes. But the skinny kid wouldn't let him have his way this time.
Taking the bully's left arm, he gets to the side of him and delivers an armbar, the move that he perfected with his father. He cranked the arm higher until the bully has had enough. At this point, he's the one hurting bad as he taps on the skinny kid's leg in submission. The skinny kid let himself go and rolled backwards and onto his feet, as the kids looked at him in amazement. He let himself be picked on, just like the others, because he thought it was the way of life and should just be accepted.
But it was one of those days that made the kid change for the better. He looked down at Jimmy and shook his head as the bully continue to cry, holding onto his arm.
It's all fun and games until someone better than you gets the best of you. I won't be bullied like this anymore. Don't pick on anyone else after this. Or you may regret it.
The two teachers also saw the crowd and came over, seeing Jimmy in pain. Thinking that the small, skinny kid was in the wrong and not in the right, they scolded him for what he did and had him go into the classroom.
He took one look at them and shrugged his shoulders, then walked away with them. The kids looked on in amazement and started cheering like crazy as the two teachers escorted him away.
He smiled. He finally got his revenge.
* * *
Lord Raab. Rage. Matt Spears.
Three men that once again stand in my way of glory and conquest.
It's nothing but another mess that I have to endure my way through. Three men that need to be disposed of in quick succession if I am to re-capture the Internet championship. Not to mention finally knock off Rage of the throne for the title as well and end both his career and his title reign.
I don't suppose Mark and Christian would want it any other way, would they? Fools. I wanted to come back and get rid of the rust by destroying weak opponents in order to build up that newfound confidence, instill terror into the heart of every man that's bound to face at some point. Instead, Mark and Christian had better ideas, throwing me to the wolves and making me suffer as I go through what seems to be defeat after defeat after defeat! It seems like overtime I get closer to fulfilling my goal, something always stands in the way of progress.
I can no longer allow that. I can no longer allow men like these guys do that to me. I've been away for so long that it's time that I walk back into the battlefield and re-establish my dominance!
To accomplish that goal, it starts here. Matt Spears is considerably impressive...or at least that's what the bosses tell me. Rage and Lord Raab I have fought plenty of times before, sometimes winning, other times losing. To be frank with you, even if the latter two men beat me, nothing what they've done is wholly impressive. Sure, they have been made to win titles or matches against me, but that ends now. Nothing is for certain with these three individuals. My job is quite clear - to eliminate the competition and claim the title for my own. Tall order, I suppose, but I know it can be done. In fact, IT CAN be done!
Of course, my instincts inform me that Rage and Lord Raab will no doubt hit me with some truth...or at least what they perceive to be the truth.
"We've beaten you already! You aren't good as you once were! You should get lost and never come back."
And yet, here I am, a man refusing to leave like a stubborn mule that's not willing to budge for its master.
Pitiful. When will these guys ever learn? It doesn't matter if I'm for the fans or against them, I AM ALWAYS GOING to be around. I'm ALWAYS going to get the last laugh and most importantly, I AM ALWAYS GOING TO WIN IN THE END.
Lord Raab and Rage are two powerful men that I see them as the bigger threat, but Matt Spears? Not so much. Then again, he doesn't understand or could quite possibly fathom the power and skill I possess on my side. Injury won't be enough - permanent damage will have to suffice. Not just against Matt Spears, but against Lord Raab and Rage. All three will have no choice but to feel my anger as it is unleashed from the start of the match until the very end.
And it's going to get pretty nasty. All four of us are emotionless monsters hell-bent on destroying each other for a title. I can already imagine a lot of open wounds that draw out blood, some part of the body being broken, and an all-intense general air of hate that will satisfy the crowd's need for bloodlust. What exactly am I gonna have to do? I have to rise above my limitations and give these three something to think about. Something original and definitive of my legacy that I've worked so hard to build.
I have to put myself into another plane of existence and lead the charge. Show these three monsters how it's really done around here. My technique is awesome, my strength is at it's very best, my intelligence continues to grow and stay sharp, and my body continues to be in great shape. The only thing that's held me back, I feel, is not giving it everything I got. Either that or it's not my fault and that some things continue to happen that distract me from the main prize.
No more!
I intend to stare into the eyes of the abyss and conquer it in order to make it my own. I intend to see this matter through, once and for all.
Rage, Lord Raab, and Matt Spears. Let me explain something to you. You can keep me down for a short time, but each time you do, I will get back up. Not for the fans, not for the sake of pleasing the media. But for me. I'm the only thing that matters in the ring, boys. Rage may be holding the title right now, but I'm not going to stop until I destroy the opposition and take back what's mine. None of you, no matter what you say, think, or even believe, will COME CLOSE to what I currently possess.
Do not think of me as an empty threat. In fact, I'm the biggest threat of all in this match. You want to have an easier time? Take me out of the game early enough. But trust me when I tell you; that's no small feat.
That's easier said than done!
This match for the Internet championship is a time and place for me to step up and do the right thing. I'm not a man that enjoys playing games. I'm here to rip out your hearts, tear out what's left of your bodies, and leave you hanging in the dust. I have a great feeling that everything is going to change when the result comes my way.
Even though I have no desire to speak to these idiots, I suppose a sense of retaliation and justice will be served of for my own sake.
Rage is the first on my list. He's beaten me several times in the past and has been able to keep me off his back for a little bit. But just a little bit. I'm going to be in his life forever until that title is mine! So let's begin with him, shall we?
Rage, here's something you need to understand.
You need to stop believing that you're better than me. You need to stop thinking that you don't need me in that ring.
YOU DO NEED ME IN THERE. Because no matter what, I'm going to do whatever it takes to prove myself time and again that I am your superior and that even this old dog has some new tricks that you wouldn't be able to comprehend by the time I'm finished with you.
Fact is, I consider you LUCKY that you were able to retain the title by a mere scratch last time. But I was never pinned nor submitted. Just because you were able to pin someone else doesn't mean that you can get rid of me so easily, don't you think?
This time, I'm going to confidently tell you that you've been getting away with winning and it stops now. If I have to, Rage, I'm going to be far more ruthless, far more determined, and far more smarter and cunning to outlast the competition, including the champion himself. Big and tough you are, that's for sure, but I've gotten used to your rage, your tactics, your moves, and your brainless intelligence. All of it culminates into what I feel is a dumb monster that can somehow either get the job done or gets himself at the right time and at the right place.
Not anymore Rage. Climax Control is going to be your worst nightmare. There's not a damn thing in the world that you can do to conquer me and what I'm about to do to you in that ring. That's all you are to me - a dumb brute that possesses massive strength. I don't know how or even why you've gotten this lucky, especially with me. You could say that it's my own fault for not beating you in the past.
Perhaps you're right.
But I don't think that way. I held myself back, Rage. I held myself form giving it all I got and look where it cost me. No more. At Climax Control, I'm going to rip you into pieces and I'm going to bury the legend that you created for yourself. That title is going to change hands by force and this time, you're not going to be surprised, you're going to be permanently scarred for life. The assault I placed on you in the last PPV should have made myself clear to you.
I'm not walking away from you until I get the Internet championship. Then I will. And I assure you, after the brutality, pain, and suffering that I inflict upon you, nothing will ever be certain for you again. Im going to make you think about me and Im going to plant a lot of doubt, suffering, and anguish unlike anything you've ever felt before. To put it mildly for you, since you seem to currently have kindergarten-like intelligence at the moment and need for my words to be explained at the most basic level possible...
I'm going to end your career.
I'm going to win the Internet championship.
I'm going to avenge all of my losses, get my revenge, and be satisfied in getting the job done!
Most importantly? I'm going to end your life and take everything away form you.
Until then, Rage, I have nothing more to say to you, you worthless bastard. I'll see you at Climax Control.
Lord Raab.
You won against me for a shot at the world championship. You won the world championship against me.
I won't let that insult slide. See, what I'm going to enjoy about this match is that I'm going to get the chance to kill two birds with one stone. Not only do I get the opportunity to destroy Rage and regain his title, I also get to settle the score with you by defeating you and avenging my two losses.
See, in this, I can actually admit fault, same with Rage, I suppose. I didn't do well. I didn't have what it takes to stand up to a man like you and get the job done. I had a lot of pity and self-doubt gnaw over me like a splinter driving me mad after I left.
But I can't help but laugh though. You used to be the man on top of the mountain. You used to hold that title for a mere month until Drake Green ended your reign. When I watched that match from afar, saw the final result, I laughed. I knew that you wouldn't be able to hold that title for a mere month, let alone a YEAR. Simply put, the only thing you proved is that maybe you had what it took, yet that chance was taken right out of your hands.
Pissed off about that, aren't we? You should be, because I knew that even if you did beat me, you could never BE THE MAN. Only one person had that honor. Gabriel. He held the title the longest until J2H came out of nowhere and has been stealing the show since then. You can't help but look at that and go "Why can't I be that good?" Well, even I have to admit that J2H is no slouch. But it's OK - you'll get there again someday, but it's going to be a LONG TIME.
Most likely in years. Why? Because I'm here and I'm NEVER going to give you that chance again. Permanently crippling you for life will be enough satisfaction for this black heart.
I let you win because I held back. I let you win because I just wasn't up to speed on everything.
That all changes now.
Lord Raab, having you in this match...weird, if you ask me. Granted, you are competition, but only somewhat. You didn't deserve this honor by winning a match that led you here, to this very moment. I was MAYBE expecting Steve Ramone to be a part of this chaos, but that didn't turn out right. So why are you here again? What makes you think you're the guy that can scoop up either Rage, Matt, or I off the face of the Earth and leave us all in the dust by throwing us into space, never to return? It is due to your immense strength? Is it due to your wit?
Wait, whom am I speaking to? Oh that's right, yet another dumb beast that mumbles along in German and only wants to cause pain and destruction to others. That's not wit, that's just plain stupidity!
But it's OK. You should be thanking me by this point, because just like Rage, your career is going to changed for the worse. Now that I'm involved in this strange whirlwind of annihilation, it's going to be difficult, but doable. Sealing your fate, killing you and then Rage for the title, all without a shred of remorse? It's going to be just fine. I'm NOTHING like you've dealt with in the past before, Lord Raab. You are no Lord in my eyes. You are just another human being that stumbled his way through and won matches, captured titles, and has been trying to stay relevant.
But will you be that important after I'm done with you, Lord Raab?
The answer is no.
I will be FAR MORE IMPORTANT in the end. And you're going to hate that with the utmost intensity, aren't you? Congrats on your win for the World Title, a title you couldn't hold on to. Guess what, asshole? Neither could I, but don't worry. I plan on avenging my mistake when I eventually have the chance to face off J2H and prove myself to the world that Kain is still and forever will be remembered as THE BIGGEST DEAL to ever happen in our sport. You, on the other hand? All I see is no reward for you.
You'll be given a scrap for you to chew on, like a dog that's only given a small bone to chew on. That's the only taste you'll ever get from me. I'm going to bring that Internet title home. I'm going to laugh in your face and hold that title real high and tease you and you're going to HATE IT. And I'm going to REVEL in that HATE, because all this time, I knew one thing all this time, even after you defeated me twice and it's a belief that I still kept, no matter the darkness I saw before returning to the light.
I AM BETTER THAN YOU.
And it's one thought, Lord Raab, that I cannot wait to cram into that thick skull of yours as I taste your blood and enforce misery and pain on you. I suggest you get used to that, Lord Raab, that line of thinking. Because I'm stronger. I'm faster. I'm better now and my confidence has been sheathed in iron.
What can you do to a man that has that all back? Nothing, really, except to perish and accept the immortal fact that Kain is a legend among the stars and can never fade away.
You got me a few times before, Lord Raab. Never again.
You will see. When that bell rings and we get it on for the Internet championship, you're going to be just as surprised or amazed as much as Rage will be. Neither of you stand a chance for this title now because I'm more focused than before. I'm THAT determined to regain everything I lost and going to do so in an efficient manner that's more painful and ruthless than anything I've done before. No matter what, I'm going to MAKE YOU respect me. I'm going to MAKE YOU fear me. The result will be unanimous - I will be victorious at Climax Control, Raab. If I have to make you submit like the bitch that you are, then so be it.
It's my time to shine.
Not yours!
And then there's Matt Spears.
I want you to understand something. This is all business. Nothing personal. Don't even think about trying to make this one a personal matter for me to get invested in.
Quite frankly, you are a head-scratcher. It says that you are a force to be reckoned with, at best. Last I checked though, nothing of what you do impresses me. So why are you in this match? I'd like to think that Mark and Christian probably thought you had potential, so they threw you into the frying pan and wanted to see how well you'd be able to manage within the fire.
I love my job, because I get to DISAPPOINT people and that includes Mark and Christian who somehow think they know what's best for business.
Let me spell it out for you. I may not be the big man around here, but that's going to change. Rage and Lord Raab are just as deluded and stupid to believe that they have a chance in winning both the match and title. Ignorant thoughts, fi you ask me, Matt. It goes for you too. You're more than likely going to beat your chest and also claim that same line of foolish thinking too.
Yeah, you're just as predictable as the other dumb oxes are!
This is going to be a taste of things to come. I don't care who you're fighting for, but you certainly have a lot to prove around here and that also goes for Rage and Lord Raab too. Me? I don't. I've done everything I've can to cement my legacy and that's been set in stone already. That's what makes me super awesome; I can do many things that no other human can. And you're going to experience my power, skill, and brutal onslaught first-hand when I see you, face to face, in that ring.
You seem like someone that could carve out a living here. But how long will you last, Matt? Tell me, are you truly up to the task of surprising us all and winning the Internet gold for your sake? I hope so, because if you aren't, then you really are a waste of time to deal with.
And that's going to sadden me if that's the case.
Truth is, this is going to be a long night for you. But it's going to be a night for you to remember, Matt Spears, because I'm the guy that's going to knock some major sense into you and let you know that history has a way of being kind to the winner and being unkind to the losers, the winner being me and the losers being you and the other two idiots, of course!
So maybe, just maybe, you can put up a fight and see what you can do to me. Nothing you do, in fact, will faze me. I've seen it all and I've gone through Hell and back to survive. I'm the kind of monster that can take a lot of bullets and STILL DOESN'T DIE! I love that, because it just tells you that I'm unconquerable! If you take a look at the entire male locker room, I'm more badass than anyone in there and I'm willing to go through Hell yet again to prove this and much, MUCH MORE.
So strap yourself in Matt. It's going to get wild and crazy. Come my way, though, and things will get VERY unpleasant for you. And you won't be winning the Internet championship at the end of the night, that I can promise you. You don't have what it takes to be involved in any championship match until you are fully ready. Climax Control is going to be one unlucky night for you, pal. It's not bullshit I'm spewing for your sake - it's the truth. I suggest you learn fast from me and get out of the match while you still can, because if you don't, it's going to be painful.
It's going to be miserable.
It's going to be painful.
Every fist that I throw into your face and ribs, it's going to hurt. Any time I try to crack your arms or legs, it's going to make you suffer. I'm VERY GOOD at what I do, Matt Spears.
Get out of my way.
You don't? Then you'll suffer the consequences. End of story!
I'm done talking! At Climax Control, things are going to turn south for all three of you. When I step into that ring, I'm going to win. Through every method made available at my disposal. I will not stop. I will not surrender. I will not retreat. The King Of Kings has a score to settle with two men while dealing with a new challenger and I'm not going to quit until the Internet championship is mine, along with getting my revenge against two men while ending a newcomer's chance of winning the gold. Climax Control will be MY NIGHT! I assure you, all three of you are going to be singing a new tune about me once it's all said and done!
For I am Kain!
The King Of Kings!!!!!!
AND I......HAVE SPOKEN!!!!!!!!!!!
